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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:27 pm
I need intro posts form all the accepted lab animals in here... it doesn't have to be long, it just has to be a single post, a couple of lines... what is your character doing in it's cage right now...
((it can be any time of day when you post this, I just need to know that you're still interested))
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:31 pm
(( David - White lab mouse, no markings, no test yet, he's young ))
David opened his eyes and reached out with one skinny little paw, tiny fingers wrapping around one of the metal bars of his cage. He hadn't been around long, and he hadn't really gotten to know his siblings before they were whisked away for some unknown trial, but he already missed him. He looked at his reflection in metal tube of his water spout and he knew that he was a little white mouse with no other white mice around him...
He sighed. Today was going to be another long lonely day.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 2:24 am
Schrödinger"Oh purgatory and woe to me!" The soft voice seemed to drift up from a low level, reasonably large metal barred cage. It was a calm, unemotional voice, despite the words it spoke. It was the kind of ghostly voice that may have lead to horror stories, had it been heard of a cold, dark evening in the lab. A pair of bright golden-orange eyes peered through the bars at the strange world the body inhabited, and saw things that were very different to the reality. Black ooze seeped from the walls, a true manifestation of the rotting core of this place. A paw touched the metal of the cage door and promptly withdrew as though scolded by the cold metallic bars.
"Ooooh, rot and gore and shiny baubles of a life long lost..." The cat shivered and backed away from the cage door as sounds filtered through from other areas of the lab. He was not the sole being in his cage, but the other young cat that lay in the other corner barely breathed, and Schrödinger barely registered him as being there. Those same bright eyes looked down at his body, and inspected what to the outside looked like a perfectly normal forepaw. Schrödinger became quite obsessed with it, gently teasing at it with a claw from the other paw, muttering to himself over its appearance. To him, it was a limb with the starting to a hole because of his dead state. It was starting to degenerate into nothing, and he was trying to calculate how long before it was just a load of moving bones. He was very methodical, barely noticing as his brother's breathing became a little more laboured in his final moments of suffering in this place. Schrödinger just focused his mind on the task in hand, going on to inspect his long, flowing tail, a few strands of fur coming away in his paws, and then his sides and belly. It was a ritual that would last much of the day.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 2:43 am
Jack DThe big brawler of a rat was sat, quite comfortably, beside his alcohol bottle. His dark eyes stared, unfocused, out into the world beyond his little tub. The glass swing-door of his cage, which made him easily viewable, was marked with grimy paw smears where he rarely washed himself and liked to watch what the white-coats were up to when so close to his cage. Today, the sun just rising up through the barred window that sat within the opposite wall, there were no techs in the lab yet, so Jack D was quite happy, sipping from his alcohol bottle. It was pretty tasteless, but it gave him that exciting buzz that rippled out from his chest out to his toes and tail tip, a delightful shiver taking over his muscles.
Rolling onto his feet, he peered out through the glass door, raising his shaky head to sniff at the glass, as though it would allow him to assess what was going on outside. He staggered a little on his paws, before making his way back to his seat beside the bottle, a little boozy hiccup making his body jump. He rested his head against his bottle and fell into a light, happy, booze induced slumber, waiting for the day's activities to start.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 2:55 am
Fiwteen-Fou'teeAs the sunlight filtered into the cage of the five Burns Test Rabbits, Fiwteen-Fou'tee took in the sight from the window and stretched himself languidly, feeling pleased with himself. His most recent burn-and-treat had gone very well, a cream that had stung severely in the beginning, but then the whole area had healed at a fantastic rate. His brother with the electrical burn had reacted rather strangely to it, however, and was whimpering in the background of the cage, though the rabbit barely took any notice of him and his suffering. Man would fix him up later, so it was no concern of his! He turned from the window and scuffed some of the paper shavings that littered the base of their cage at his brother with a scorning face.
"Oh fooey, you! Stop your whining, wot! Your making so much fuss, its a wonder Man chose you for anything!" The little male cowered from his brother, and the other siblings chuckled, all awake now to await the new day. Fiwteen-Fou'tee sat himself down and looked over his newest burning. The skin was a healthy looking colour, and there didn't seem to be any deadening of sensation as he gently poked at it a bit with a paw. One of his sisters stepped forward to sniff at him, but he slapped her nose with a paw to drive her off. "I say, give a rabbit some room with you, snot-nose!" The female huffed at him, and returned to her other siblings. Fiwteen-Fou'tee stretched again and nibbled on some of the pellets still left over from the day before, and took a drink. Today was going to be exciting, as it was time for Man to assess their scars. Again, whimpering arose from the corner, and Fiwteen-Fou'tee growled out a warning to the sibling, amid yet more chuckles from his siblings, who also had fared better in their trails of this new ointment.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 3:02 am
SeroCurled up comfortably in his cage, Sero was quiet and dozing. His body twitched every now and then from his dream, but for the most part, his very small holding cage which was all but a 5x10inch box with a metal grid door, was perfectly still. As the sun rose on the new day, Sero continued to sleep, preparing himself for a new day of observations, and building his strength. Alone in his little box, Sero would go undisturbed for quite some time.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 5:09 am
MiloSomebody was stepping on his eye. This happened far more frequently than the little green toad would have liked, for he would have much preferred it to never happen at all. Still, when you live in a glass box with too many others, eye-stepping is something that just tends to happen. Irritably, the toad wriggled away and snapped at the foot, catching the webbing in his toothless jaws for a second before the foot's owner croaked angrily at him and yanked it away. He didn't care; he had more important things to worry about, like getting to high ground. While the tank was crowded, it wasn't like the toads lived in literal layers. The people knew that this would kill them, so they gave them just enough space to live. Milo hated this, but luckily for him, he'd discovered a sort of solution. When he was small, he'd seen an older toad position himself so that he was hanging on the wall in one of the corners of the tank. His belly, moist from the tepid water in the bottom of the tank, acted as a sort of suction cup while he braced himself with his feet and hands. It got him above the crowd, giving him room to breathe. Of course, this made it easier for the lab workers to grab you, but in Milo's eyes, the risk was worth it. Forcing his way through the other toads, muttering good mornings occasionally and get back!s when prodded. Finally, he reached the wall and hopped up, finally getting a little space. He blinked a few times and settled in, watching the world outside and waiting for whatever the day would bring.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 5:23 am
Mongo"Here, Mongo. Here boy! Look, Mongo, look what I have!" The muscular whippet awoke to the excited voice of his lab attendant and the scent of something both familiar and beloved. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by the happy sight of Mr. Bun being wiggled in front of his face! Eagerly, he took the matted rabbit from the human's hands and began to chew and chew and chew. He heard food pouring into his bowl and water bubbling out of the automatic dispenser, but he didn't care. He had his Mr. Bun, and that was all he needed. But then a thought somehow forced its way into his mind. Why did he have Mr. Bun? What happened on mornings when he was given Mr. Bun? Mr. Bun meant RUNNING. The excitable whippet wriggled in anticipation, for today was going to be a Running Day. He wanted to start running right there, but knew that the People had to let him out first. Was that his person coming back with the leash? Oh yes, yes it was! Eagerly, the whippet waited for the familiar snapping of the cage door and the clipping of his leash, the signals that it would soon be time to run.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 8:26 am
ThirteenThe humans had come and gone already, refilling the food tray, and cleaning the litter box, but none of them had been his human. He missed the boy, and how he would always play with him, and he didn't understand why Chris hadn't come back yet. He mewed piteously, staring out of the cage, and then, suddenly, he was pounced. " You're being silly again," his sister said, batting at his tail. " I am not," he responded, and then attacked her. Most of their mornings started like this, and he knew that it was just going to be another ordinary day.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 9:00 am
The sun was already warming his rump when Fuffles awoke and stretched slowly, yawning away the last of his sleep. His beady black eyes surveyed the familiar cage before him, and he lazily shambled to his dish, already filled to the brim with dry pet food, as he decided to leave the tasty yogurt tidbits that lay separately for dessert. He set to his meal with gusto, and soon there was not a speck of food in sight, and Fuffles, sighing with pity, set to drinking water from his bottle. There was nothing more familiar to the guinea pig than the repetitive sound of metal clicking as he prodded it with his tongue for more water.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 5:33 pm
"Here kitty, kitty." The sound of the lab tech entering caused the hairless cat to perk her head up. "Time to make you pretty, Mr. Fluffy." Phee tolerated the dumb name as the tech prepared for a round of beautification. She hoped that the tech would be more careful today. Being poked in the eye with a makeup brush wasn't exactly fun. Yawning, Phee stretched as the tech took his sweet time getting everything ready. Ah, there was the bag of treats! The feline purred happily as she spotted the tasties. Today was going to be a good day!
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 5:43 pm
"Ugh, Pip. Get Coo out of the corner again," Mim sighed as she spotted the brown spotted mouse trying to dig his way out of the glass cage via a corner. Pip nodded and walked over to tug Coo's tail. "Hey!" Coo whirled and frowned. "Not nice Pip! Not nice at all." Mim sighed as the two boys started to push at each other. "Hey! Find me some food." Their dish was empty, but several of their cagemates were prone to hiding food. Of course, they weren't happy if you tried to take it, but Mim was hungry and Coo and Pip could take a bit of beating for some food, right? Sure enough, once the two found a stash, the owner was not happy. Coo and Pip got into a wrestling match, which soon involved most of the mice in the cage. Mim sighed and got up from the nice nest area she'd made to take the food while everyone else was fighting. "Silly boys... can't trust them to do nothing." She sat back and ate while watching the tussle.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 8:09 pm
Leu paused half way through his song, giving in to a brief moment of frustration at yet another missed note, and set about preening his feathers, attacking each and every one as he ran it through his beak. This note, this note, this note - that's how it's supposed to go.He'd already groomed his feathers six or seven times that day, but that didn't mean they couldn't be better. And it was about more than looking nice, it was about getting them all just so and trapping air between them so that he stayed nice and warm. Comfortable. Perfect. He fluffed out his feathers and let them settle back down, one on top of the other on top of the other, just so. He chirped defiantly and launched into his song once more. The voices were testing him, showing him. Sing it like this, like this. And he was trying, he really was. He'd get it right, he'd get it perfect. And then maybe the voices would speak to him and tell him what to do, tell him they were pleased. But first he had to prove himself. He had to sing.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 8:26 pm
"And that is why -" "Shut up!" Alex glared at the crow that had dared interrupt the tale of his latest exploits. "Awk, listen -" "Give it a rest." "Be quiet!" "Just shut up already!" "Hey now - kyaaah!" Although the shove from behind took him by surprise, Alex got his wings out in time and flew to the bottom of the cage. "Don't come back up here until you're ready to give that beak of yours a rest," snapped Tiny Tim, the largest crow in the lab. Dead silence spread through the aviary, but even Alex wasn't stupid enough to take on Tiny Tim. Telling himself he wanted to be on the ground, he set off in search of some pointy sticks. Making tools always seemed to cheer him up - he always made the best tools, after all.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 8:36 pm
That stupid fat mouse was staring at him again. Other Jack made a rude gesture, which the other mouse ignored, but it drew Jack's attention. "Don't do that," he hissed. Other Jack ignored him; he'd do whatever he liked, thank you very much. Tubs banged on the plexiglass again and waved. Jack waved back. "I wonder what his name is," he mused. Other Jack shrugged. What did he care what some fat mouse's name was? It wasn't like he was ever going to meet the creep or get stuck in the same cage or anything.
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